Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

Darren was born gay, the same way Joey was born straight and I was born empty.

Thank fuck for that, because you’re ruining all of me right now, I thought to myself.

“Since when did you start giving a shite about what any of us do?” “I don’t. Do whatever and whoever the hell you want,” I countered heatedly. “Just not her.”

It mattered that she mattered when no one ever mattered to me before.

He was beautiful.

having his attention thrilled me.

“Boys with pretty eyes and big muscles mess everything up for girls.”

We both just stood there, a few feet apart, with him looking down at me, and me staring right back up at him. It was hard to explain what was happening, but it almost felt like he was rememorizing what I looked like. At least, that’s what I was doing.

ignoring the way my insides shivered when he said my name.

In fact, I was desperately trying to ignore the electric current of heat pulsing through my veins.

no wonder you folded like a lawn chair when the ball hit you,” Johnny muttered, rubbing his jaw again as his eyes traveled over me. “I could have broken you in half.”

Im dying over this LMAOOOO

“You are so concerned with fighting the bullies at school, Mam,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks, “when the biggest bully of them all lives under this roof.”

“Give me a name,” Johnny growled, dropping his hands to his hips. “And I’ll take care of it.” “What—no! I’m grand,” I quickly replied. “I have allergies.” “Me too. To assholes and bullshit,” Johnny snarled. “Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.”

“Now,” I sneered, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”

I nodded and resisted the urge to lean across and kiss the shite out of those swollen lips.

The smile that lit up her face then was so striking that it made my heart race recklessly. I just stared at her for the longest moment, wondering how the hell I got here, and how the hell I was going to get out.

Catching ahold of my hand, he positioned me between him and the counter. “I’ll protect you, Shannon like the river.” He held my hand. Johnny Kavanagh actually put my hand in his.

“You’re good for me.”

You could love this girl your whole life, the crazy thought persisted inside my brain over and over, if you just let yourself.

I shrugged and contemplated telling him to drive over the annoying fucker, but then I knew I would be terribly lonely without him.

But I want to fuck her… I want in your sister so bad you wouldn’t believe it… The things I imagine doing to her would shock you…

“Are you old enough to use the cooker without your mammy?”

“I doubt it,” Gibsie replied with a laugh. “It’s my first time.” Gibsie fiddled with the knobs on the stove and a huge flame flew upward, singeing his eyebrow. “Jesus Christ!” Gibsie roared, slapping his face. “I’m on fire.”

“You don’t smell?” Joey shot back mockingly. “You’re so ripe my eyes are watering.”

His voice was impassive, but his eyes were burning with something I was afraid to decipher because I had the distinct feeling that in this moment, my eyes mirrored his.

I was folding the last T-shirt on Johnny’s bed when I noticed something sticking out from under his bed. Something that looked just like me. Bending down, I retrieved the newspaper with shaky hands and just stared at the picture of us. He kept it. In his room. Under his bed.

“What do you want me to do, Shannon?” Johnny strangled out. “Tell me what to do here.” “Hold me,” I sobbed, burying my face in his neck. “Don’t let go.” “Okay.” One of his large hands cupped the back of my head and the other moved to my back as he held me to his chest, slowly rocking me on his lap. “I won’t,” he whispered, folding me up in his arms.

I had to fight the smile threatening to break free when Johnny stopped at the top of the staircase to scoop up Sookie and then proceeded to carry the huge, eighty-pound-minimum Labrador down the stairs like she was a baby cradled in his arms.

Without a hint of warning, Johnny grabbed my hips and lifted me onto the stool.

Brightened only because I’m with you…

Less than a minute later, Johnny reached over, lifted my legs, and placed them on the table. I turned to look at him, but his attention was back on the screen. Every once in a while, Johnny would pause the match to put some coal or blocks in the fire before settling back down on the couch. After the third time he did it, I pulled the cushion out of his way when he sat back down and held it to my chest. By the end of the match, our shoulders were touching. I didn’t move away. He was big and solid and warm and I liked the feel of him beside me.

A little while later, when my eyes began to droop, he lifted his arm, and I didn’t even flinch when it came down around my shoulder. Instead, I nestled

my cheek against his side and closed my eyes, allowing myself to drift off to sleep without an ounce of fear in my heart because it couldn’t exist inside of ...

“Shh,” I whispered when she whimpered in her sleep.

I didn’t even try to stop myself from stroking her hair. I was beyond help when it came to her. I was beyond fucking stopping. Everything inside of me was shifting, honing in on this tiny girl.

Most importantly, she didn’t look at me like I was a meal ticket. She looked right through all the bullshit. Seeing me. Seeing only me. And that made me want to move some shit around and place her slap-bang in the middle of my world.

!!!!!!!

“She shall appear and he shall arise.”

That was another thing I needed to work on: controlling my body’s reaction around this boy.

“But you won’t have a jacket,” I blurted out. “But you will,” he shot back. “Now, are you going to put your arms in the sleeves, or am I going to have to do it for you?”

weighed six stone three pounds, but you wouldn’t have guessed it by the way he dangled me from one arm. “Nice catch,” I finally breathed, looking up at his face with a mixture of shock and admiration as he held my entire body up with one hand.

I could feel the heat of his hands on my body, and even though a full layer of clothes separated his touch from my flesh, I still felt it all the way down to my toes.

“You think I’d let anyone hurt you?” Johnny finally asked, his eyes dark and intense and focused solely on my face. “You think I’d let anything bad happen to you, Shannon like the river?”

Releasing a heavy sigh, he hooked an arm around my waist, pulled me to his side, hoisted me

A man!!

clean off the ground, and walked us over to the SUV. He yanked the back door open with one hand and deposited me in the back seat with the other before jogging back to the footpath to retrieve our discarded bags.

“It was an accident. I didn’t mean for it to happen, and I don’t go around clocking girls over the head for shits and giggles.”

Im deadddddd how is he so funny without even trying

every time I was in close proximity with him, I found it hard to breathe.

The worst part was knowing that if my mother hadn’t shown up when she had, there was a very big chance I would’ve kissed her. I wanted to. Badly. And that was beyond terrifying.

She was mine and I didn’t want to share.

She had her arms wrapped protectively around herself, with her long brown hair drenched from the rain and sticking in wet clumps to her face, and in my whole life, I’d never seen anything so beautiful.

“Because I thought you were sweet,” Johnny shot back, and I didn’t have to look to know he was pouting. He’d been pouting for almost an hour. I snickered to myself. “Now I know better,” Johnny huffed. “You’re a little demon.”

Ugh theyre so cuteeeee